My Hidden Secret

chapter 6

Jungkook pov

If I expected tae's cold treatment to cease after what happened last night, I would be gravely mistaken. When I make it downstairs for breakfast, he's already there with Rosa and yoongi. Rosa throws the last few pieces of food in her mouth and rushes off to her room to pack her things for the day she's spending with her friend. taehyung gets up shortly after her, saying he has work to do, and vanishes, leaving yoongi and me at the table. "What's going on between you two?" yoongi asks the moment taehyung is out of view. "Nothing." I take a sip of my juice. "Why do you ask?" He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, and smiles. One thing I've noticed about yoongi is that nothing escapes his attention. He might come across as nonchalant, always smiling and joking around, but his eyes betray him. There is pure intellect and calculation hidden there. He's playing his role of a carefree younger brother quite well. If I wasn't so skilled at pretending myself, I might have missed it. "You're in love with my brother," he says. Yes, he's definitely more observant than I thought. "So what?" I ask and continue eating. There's no point in denying it. yoongi laughs and shakes his head. "Since when?" "Years." I shrug. "What gave me away?" "The way you look at him when you think no one is watching. Does he know?" "Nope. And you won't tell him." "I wasn't meaning to. Your relationship is not my problem. But why not tell him?" I debate if I should explain or not. He already knows I'm in love with taehyung. Maybe he'll have some insight regarding his brother's idiotic behavior. "Because he treats me like I have the plague," I say. "He can't get over our age difference. He sees me as a child." yoongi starts stirring his coffee with a spoon even though I saw him doing so not a minute earlier. "Yes, I see how that could be an issue for him," he finally says and looks up at me. "taehyung and I are half brothers. His mother killed herself when taehyung was a baby." I blink. I didn't know that, and I was certain that yoongi and taehyung had the same parents. How come I've never heard about this? "Okay. How does that reflect on my situation?" "taehyung 'smother was eighteen when she married our father. It was an arranged marriage." yoongi says. "Father was forty." I close my eyes. Shit. "From what I know, taehyung 'smother wasn't mentally stable," he continues. "Couldn't deal with the obligations that came with the position of being a capo's wife, or being married to someone so much older than her. Our father was a hard man. She was young and sheltered. Eventually, she crumbled under the pressure." "So, what did your brother expect when he agreed to marry me? That we'd be living like roommates until he deems me old enough to upgrade my status to a wife and have sex with me?" yoongii cringes. "Probably." "Oh, he's in for a surprise, then." "Don't push him too much. You've already managed to mess with his head quite well. taehyung is hell to deal with when he's agitated." "I don't think I messed up anything. He still doesn't give a fuck about me." yoongi takes a slow sip of his coffee but doesn't remove his eyes from mine. "So, imagine my surprise when I saw him storming out of the house last night, furious. I asked what was going on, and he said, and I quote, 'he went to a fucking club,' then got into his car and was gone in seconds." yoongi bursts out laughing and gets up from the table. "I never thought I'd live to see a day when my brother chased after a man." I follow yoongi with my eyes, wondering if he could be right. taehyung jealous?

Taehyung pov

Because of me? "I'm not buying anything before trying out the product, Bogdan," I say into the phone and flip through the papers on my desk. I've spent the whole morning in my downtown office, going over the cash flow of our real estate business. "It has a twenty-inch barrel and a rifle-length gas system. A candy, believe me," he says. "How much?" "They're a steal at seven hundred dollars apiece," he says, "but I'll take six fifty for each if you get more than five hundred." "I'll take four hundred for six hundred dollars per piece." "No way, taehyung. I'm selling last year's model for that price." "All right. I'll check with Dushku, then. Maybe he can work with that price." "You're not going to the seoul!" he barks. "We agreed on exclusivity two years ago." "We also agreed that you will be delivering the goods I ordered," I say. "It was a one-time fuckup, and you were very clear in showing your displeasure." "I'm glad to hear that." I turn the page and skim the numbers on the next one. "I'll take four hundred pieces at six hundred dollars a pop. Or I go to Dushku." "Fuck you, taehyung," he says, then mumbles something. "Okay. Anything else?" "A sample for me to try out first. If I like it, we are a go. Send me ten more crates of grenades, as well. And Bogdan, if I receive the wrong goods again, you're done. Are we clear on that?" There's more mumbling and then, "Very. I'll call you next week to confirm the shipment details." Bogdan bites out and cuts the call. There's a knock on my office door, and Donato comes inside. "taehyung. What's going on?" "We have a problem, Donato. Have a seat." I nod toward the chair on the other side of the desk and put the stack of papers in front of him. "This is the cash flow statement from the real estate business." He takes the printout and starts looking over the numbers. "This seems fine." "On its own it's good, but not when it can't keep up with the revenues from gun sales." I take the sheet of paper with the expected profits I calculated from the weapons deals and place it over the one he's looking at. "We need the real estate figures to double so yoongi can launder all the money. Sit down with Adam and find me some properties that require significant investments. yoongi says he can clear at least five million a month through renovations expenses." "Okay." He nods then looks at me sideways. "What is it?" He fidgets in his chair like he usually does when he's delivering bad news. Even though both of us hold the same spot in the hierarchy, no one really considers him a serious player. The only reason he's still holding the capo's role is because he and the don are childhood friends. Donato is too old and too passive to do any actual work, so I'm doing most of it and he's just overseeing execution. "Barbini reached out to me yesterday," he says. "And what did Lorenzo want?" "He was asking about your plans for when you take over." That didn't take him long. I expected Lorenzo to make a move, but I assumed he would wait until Giuseppe stepped down. "Plans for what exactly?" I ask. "Family business." "I'll let the Family know when the time comes. For now, we operate as the don wants." "Oh. Okay. I'll tell him that." He nods and hurries out of the office. I pick up my phone and start scrolling through the missed calls from this morning, stopping when I reach Jungkook's name. he's called me twice, the first time around ten and again two hours ago. I let it ring through both times. Leaning back in the chair, I tilt my head and stare at the ceiling, wondering what I'm going to do with him. I have no idea what came over me last night, but no way am I doing it again. And I am not having sex with him until he is twenty-one. It may sound ridiculous, but I can't stomach the idea of fucking a nineteen-year old. he might not look like one in the dark while sprawled out on the bed, with his hand between his legs. But then I see him in the morning light, looking even younger with his eyes still puffy from a lack of sleep, and I feel like a piece of shit. This madness stops now. What he does in his room, is his business. Whatever insanity that possessed me to tell him to come to me when he needs his "problem" handled is gone now. I'm not opening that door between our rooms again. If he wants to fuck, he'll have to wait, or find someone else. I don't give a damn. The phone on my desk rings. "Yes?" "Mr. kim," my secretary says from the other side. "Your wife is here." What the fuck is he doing here? "Send him in," I say through gritted teeth and march to the door. A brief glance outside and I find all my employees have stopped what they were doing to gawk at Jungkook. They probably heard my secretary announce him. "Back to work!" I snap at them as I watch Jungkook approach. he's wearing a black  dress that hugs his chest. his hair is tied in a bun.